I love Kombucha. It tastes weird, is unpredictably fizzy, makes rampant and unfounded health claims, and costs a small fortune - I mean how much better can a hippy, new-age, health fad get?

On writing, working, riding, Chris Horner, and getting ready for the Tour de France.

Last year, I was terrified of short track.  Terrified. Let’s not understate that, ok?  Frightened to the point of near-tears. I got my mountain bike a few months before the season started and had done some decent rides, but I was still wobbling around on the knobbies all tipsy style. Even the punk kids on Skuuts [...]

There are a number of things in my life I would do very differently or not at all if I had the chance. My girls, my wife and all those hours and hours spent as an over enthusiastic spectator, or coach, or Santa Claus, or the "house of terror garage" creator / operator are things I wouldn't change for the world.

I missed the wobbly feeling of pounding out 60 consecutive pushups. I missed the "gym zone" where the headphones go in, the death-anger rap goes on, and everyone else disappears. I missed wife beaters and balance boards and bosu balls.

You want the straight up, suit-n-tie race reporting? Check out my recap at the MTCC race blog or find Pat Malach's coverage on VeloNews. Facts, just the fact, ma'am. You want some pretty pictures? Check out the Race in Pictures over here. But if you want the real skinny, crazy-Swift style? With a little salsa? Then stay put - because here it comes...